The Faery Queen Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh

Wings of finest gossamer that sparkled as she flew,
Silken robes that shimmered brightly in the morning dew.
Pearls of sunlight on the early morning sunlit leaves.
I gazed in admiration at her beauty as her faery spell she weaved.

I stood and watched with joy, and felt again, just like a little boy.
Her singing touched my heart and played with it as if it were a toy.
One fleeting glance and I was hers, I shyly reached to take her hand.
She took me far away to share her native land.

I can not remember any nights or any days.
Just the endless revelry and all the games we played.
It seemed to last all summer long, then I awoke and she was gone,
But in that single dream, I found that fifty years had gone.

Where are those middle years I planned to spend in quiet company?
Where are the friends and family that filled my life with comfort and delight?
There's no one left to fill my final years with joviality.
A lifetime passed away within a single day and night